I and the dog-licking heroine are one body and two souls

Tang Yaqian followed Jiang Mu into the gate of Song's Private Hospital, and saw the medical staff in the hall pushing the hospital bed to give rescue. The ambulance kept bringing back the injured. Most of the people lying on the hospital bed were covered in blood. Seriously unrecognizable people.

Just as she and Jiang Mu were on their way back, Jiang Mu was called back by a call from the hospital. There was a serious serial car accident on the ring road near the National Medical University. Song's private hospital was the closest, and the injured were sent to the nearest emergency.

The hospital was understaffed, and Jiang Mu was asked to come back and work overtime immediately.

As soon as they entered the hospital, Jiang Mu immediately stopped her, not letting her see these bloody scenes, and said, "Qianqian, go to the master's office from the garden, don't stay here."

First aid isn't pretty, and the wounds of the wounded aren't pretty either.

After finishing speaking, Jiang Mu and Zhong Yu went to work immediately, and the ambulance came one by one, and the people who came behind were those who were close to the middle of the car accident, and they were also the most seriously injured.

For a while, the whole hall was wailing, the wound exposed in the air was unobstructed, and the blood flowed out from the wound, just facing Tang Yaqian.

This scene was a hundred times more horrifying than when she accidentally saw the dissected teacher in the medical aid building before.

Another ambulance arrived outside the door, and this time the person who got off had lost consciousness.

Song Muming knelt down on the bed to give him first aid. The man's wife was slightly injured, with a simple gauze wrapped on her head. The wound burst open because of crying, and blood flowed down her hair.

"Save my husband! Without him, our family can't survive! Please save him!" The woman in the middle of her life grabbed Song Muming's white clothes, and a bloody handprint was printed on it.

"I'm willing to pay any amount! Please, save my husband!" She begged tearfully. Not only did her wound open again, but it also affected Song Muming's work. She was persuaded by the nurse to take the wound away to deal with it. If there are too many, the wife will also be in danger.

The middle-aged male wounded, greasy and fat, covered in blood, had already lost consciousness.

Song Muming said to the front desk: "Contact to prepare for the operating room! At the same time, according to the degree of injury, please ask the surrounding public hospitals for support. Those who are not seriously injured will be given emergency treatment first and sent to public hospitals according to their wishes!"

This is a private hospital, and the charges are more expensive than public hospitals. Those who are not seriously injured at this time, it is best to make it clear to them to avoid subsequent disputes over treatment costs.

The hospital bed entered the elevator, and Tang Yaqian followed in unconsciously, only to see Song Muming stretch out his hand to pinch the injured man's mouth, and perform artificial respiration on him.

The wounded gradually reacted a bit, the elevator reached the floor, and the doctors and nurses immediately sent him for an examination to prepare for follow-up treatment.

Song Muming looked up and saw Tang Yaqian, turned over and got off the bed, walked up to her covered in blood, and said, "Go to the office! Otherwise, go home immediately!"

In Tang Yaqian's perception, Song Muming spoke to her with the strongest tone, and even while he was talking, Tang Shiyong could smell a greasy stench, which should be the smell from artificial respiration.

The injured person's personal hygiene is really not flattering.

"Zhong Yu! Follow the ambulance to the scene, and if the situation is not urgent, it will be diverted to the public hospital!" Song Muming commanded, if this continues, the hospital's equipment will not be enough.

Tang Yaqian has been following Song Muming not far or near, to see that he is not chaotic in the face of danger, and directs the evil consequences of this car accident.

From the chaos at the beginning to the orderly later, even the injured who hit his head couldn't control his dizziness, and the food vomited on Song Muming's body with blood.

In the face of a life-and-death struggle, Tang Yaqian realized that the so-called god of death robs people, and also felt the greatness of doctors in the scene where everyone tried their best to save people.

In this scene, even Jiang Mu became cute.

……

She was here, always causing trouble for them, Tang Yaqian walked along the garden to the lounge next to Song Muming's office.

In my memory, Tang Shiyong likes to draw Song Muming's Q map here, and always deliberately draws his medical equipment wrongly, just to annoy him.

Now the lounge is still neat and tidy, but the pot of four-leaf clover that Song Muming planted and cultivated for Tang Shiyong before has been moved from the desk outside to the desk inside.

The four-leaf clover is growing vigorously. The girl on the white porcelain flower pot is holding a microphone. On the other side of the microphone, the boy is talking to the microphone.

There is a traditional Chinese painting on the desk. In the painting, a woman is leaning against a beauty. The painting is of Tang Shiyong, which is obviously the painting of her by Song Muming.

It seems that when he is free, he often takes it out to have a look.

Tang Yaqian was inexplicably sleepy, and was a little scared outside today.

Opening the closet, there was the home clothes that Tang Shiyong wore here before hanging in it, and two exquisitely crafted Hanfu hanging beside it, it seemed that this was a gift for Tang Shiyong.

Went to the bathroom to wash up, changed into Tang Shiyong's home clothes, and didn't care about sleeping on Song Muming's bed, so she lay down and turned off the lights, and fell asleep within two seconds.

God bless her, don't dream of stumps and broken legs tonight.

……

The aftereffects of a car accident were full, and Song Muming kept going until ten o'clock the next day before he had time to rest.

It's not a rest, it's just that the injured in the car accident have settled down, but the seriously ill Tang Shiyong is still in danger.

Last night, they called to say that Tang Shiyong's indicators were abnormal. He hurried over, only to find that she had returned to the previous coma state. If it wasn't for the memory function of the instrument, which would issue paper reports at any time, the nurses in charge of her would not Can't tell.

Taking off his white coat and throwing it into the trash can, Song Muming didn't care about his dirty and smelly body, so he reclined on the office chair, extremely exhausted.

There is not enough time to go to the next door to lie down, just rest for a while, wait for the doctor on duty in the afternoon to hand over, and then go to the next door to wash up.

As for Tang Yaqian who I saw last night, I should go back.

Song Muming's headache was about to split. If Qianqian were here at this time, he would definitely massage his head. He disliked him for being smelly and dirty. Afterwards, he had to wash off all his skin before allowing him to hug her.

But now, she is not here.

"Bangdang."

Something hit the glass window, Song Muming was so tired that he didn't lift his head, and after a while, there was another "clang".

This sound reminded Song Muming of Tang Shiyong's mischievous past, dragged his tired body to get up, and walked to the window.

The patients outside the window were the same as usual, and they were walking in the garden accompanied by their family members. The catastrophe last night had nothing to do with them.

Song Muming bowed his head as usual, but there was nothing under the window. The two sounds just now were probably just his hallucinations, he missed her so much.

I want to hold her as tight as I want.

Just as he was thinking, a paper cup slammed into his face. If it wasn't for the glass window, Song Muming would have been hit.

The cup hit the glass with a clang and fell on the steps under the window.

There is the logo of Song's Private Hospital on the cup. At the same time, the little boy painted is different from the previous one. He is holding a bouquet of roses in his hand, and his mouth is painted with exaggerated red lips, which looks funny and cute.

Song Muming opened the glass window and squatted down.

With trembling hands, he wanted to pick up the paper cup that had fallen on the ground, but there was a thread attached to the back of the paper cup. The other party seemed to think that he hadn't noticed, so he pulled the thread, and the paper cup shrank back.

He couldn't catch it and watched as it faded out of his sight again.

Hastily followed the paper cup all the way forward, walked out of his office, and walked to the lounge next to him, where the floor-to-ceiling windows were wide open. The Ming girl was wearing a Ming-style Hanfu embroidered with pink peonies on a white background, with a simple bun on her head and a hairpin. A pink pearl phoenix hairpin, delicate and cute.

She was sitting on the master chair in front of the desk, holding two connected cups in her hand.

With his head lowered and a pen in his hand, he drew a black eye circle on the boy on the paper cup, and muttered: "Song Muming, you are too stupid. If you don't find out this time, I will draw you a director." Mediterranean head!"

I just finished painting the dark circles under my eyes. I saw the cartoon boy looking like a panda. I thought about Song Muming's appearance and made myself laugh.

He doesn't seem to have this crisis for the time being, but it is said on the Internet that only the Mediterranean Sea is the standard equipment for a genius doctor.

It seems that Song Muming still needs decades of hard work before he can become a miracle doctor.

Suddenly feeling that the light was not right, she looked up and saw Song Muming standing outside the window.

Frowning, he said in disgust, "Song Muming, you stink to death!"